I think that I could call her Honesty
That is what seems most fitting
She'll tell you what she wants to tell you
Even when you don't want to hear it
I think that her virtue is Understanding
Comforting, sympathetic and kind
She's the type you smile when you think about
The kind that couldn't hurt a fly
I think I should call her Selflessness
She's never thought of herself first
Resilient, strong and sacrificing
She's the kind that you'll miss the most
The best word to give her is Faith
She brings out the best in people
and never holds a grudge
Trusting and worthy of trust
The word that I give to her is Courage
She's never shy, never insecure
Not afraid to say the right thing
At the completely wrong time
I don't think I have a word myself
Maybe Something, probably Nothing
I've surrounded myself with virtues
And so shrouded myself in irony
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Virtuous
PoetryThis is a poem related to The Unlikeliest. Both are about my group of friends, who you can read about in The Afternoon Tea Club ( @Jadewritesastory )